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Razz
Ay
Nizzy, look

Nizzy Narm's where it started (Narm)
I don't give a fuck 'bout Kennington
Thought they was on, now I see they're half-hearted (Dickhead)
Hella man talk like the can't get touched
But they can get touched, nuttin' but targets (Truss)
Opps get cold feet, no carpets
Gang slap waps, gang puff and pass it
Bark it, do it like Vegeta and blast it (Bow, bow)

Wet man's polo, no homo, I'm tryna touch man's heart (Splash)
He got-got cah he weren't that fast
Or was he just takin' a jog?
T-T shirt, bally or mask on my face
No face, I ain't takin' it off (No way)
GB's dead, I'm bakin' it off
Billin' SK next, still I'm bakin' it off
True say, I'm only five foot nine
Sometimes I wish that I could've been taller (I do)
SK's dead, he should've done F
GB's dead, he could've been a baller (Ah)
And, Denz didn't beat that case
But he beat that wap like a next man's daughter (Free Denz)
My face comin' like no caller
Unknown, no ID, no sorter

(Trizzla)
We use GB for rizz (Yes)
We use SA for chip
Their boss Incog got dipped
Pissed, call that a Moscow spliff

In fact, call that a opp boy zoot
I swear I love girls that throw up 2 (I love 'em)
From kway been tightenin' screws
Like Karma, out of line, no cue, two (Out of line)
We the most villainous crew, yes, very notorious gang
You know in your head, pray it don't jam
This fairy's big and yes, it will bang (Bow, bow)
You'd think that I'm white and racist
Don't like niggas like the Ku Klux Klan (I don't like them)
Fire on their block, they don't hang
'Cause we pull up, that's me and gang (All the members)

These opps tryna keep me fit
When they see Trizz, they panic and sprint (Dash it)
She sees me, start smile and wave
I think she's giving me hints (See)
It was Kweng with the mop, no cleaner
They don't take shots, them man are keepers (They don't shoot)
Free Kenz, he was way too eager (Free him up)
We chinged that yute 'til he had a seizure (Chinged him)

You don't wanna see us in a 2.2
Three man, tryna leave man leaner
This gyal says she wanna go Hacks or not
But she don't wanna hold this beater
Got my hoodie on tight and my big fat knife
Tryna take man's soul like the reaper
I ain't no PE teacher
Make a opp boy do a hundred meter
Yo, two and a shoe in a pot
Watch that lock, nuttin' but prof' (Whip)
I just linked JT for a tester, mad ting
Watch man dribble and cough

OT settin' up shops
Better link me in doors cah the roads too hot (Uh-uh)
Most of these yutes been bummy
Sittin' at home, doin' up squat
Yo, someone's lyin', innit? (Innit?)
How many opps we billin'? (Haha)
I could talk about opps all day
But everyone knows that us man's winnin' (That's true)
Yo, most of my opps are gimmicks
Had bare talk 'till the Ruger hit him
I'm on the M-way with the 252
I'd better not hold me a spinach (No)

They keep tryna link me to murders
I ain't gotta go no further (Nope)
Uncs got left for dead
Ruth never looked back, he just put on his burners (He didn't)
I don't even know who's Ted (Uh?)
Young black when my blade got fed (Bow)
And wihle GB done got shot, M.Y. played out dead (Dickhead)
I backed that dotty on tiny (Jammed)
And I've backed that dotty on J loud (Jammed)
And I slapped that dotty at Dipz
And I slapped that .9 at JJ (Bow)
And I slapped that dotty on the A1
And black and his mates when his friends done dasheen (Dasheen)
And I slapped that yute in Camden
When I saw two black yutes walkin' in trackies

All of South London know I'm on badness (Badness)
Even the jakes know I'm active
I ain't no smoker
Hop on the ride and everyone looks like Snoop, let's catch him (Go and catch him)
GB's up in the zoots, but GB's up on my baloon
KT, though he was gonna get 'lowed
'Cause I was on my live when I was high off balloons (Ey)

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